Season of Desire: Complete Edition (31 page)

‘That’s enough,’ Miles says, reaching down to take it from me. ‘You’ll get drunk very fast if you’re not used to it. It’s strong.’ He puts the glass down on a side table. ‘And I don’t want you to miss anything tonight. But you see how water can be so potent. Now.’ He stands up. ‘We’re going to continue your lesson outside.’

‘Outside?’ My gaze goes to the darkness beyond the doors to the balcony. I can see the glitter of the lights from the town below, and the moonlight on the snowy rooftops and the peaks of the mountains, but nevertheless, it’s dark and very cold. I’m wearing very little.

Miles is watching my expression with amusement. ‘That’s right.’ He nods to a robe on the sofa. ‘Put that on and go outside. You’ll see what to do.’

I want reassurance that I’m not going to freeze to death if I do as he says, but I know that will spoil the mood, and besides I’m supposed to do as I’m told, so I get up and put on the robe. Then I go to the door and look out. There’s a thick layer of snow along the balcony railing, though the balcony itself has been swept clear of snow. It’s still glittering with frost, however. I shiver just looking at it, my skin goose-bumping. I glance back at Miles, who’s watching me carefully. He nods, so I pull open the door and step out into the icy air. My feet touch the deck and I want to jump back but I take a deep breath and force myself. At once my attention is drawn by a light to my left and I turn to see what it is. There is an almost eerie sight – a swirling mass of fog that’s lit from beneath so that it seems almost like a ghost swaying in front of me. I gasp and then realise that I’m looking at the Jacuzzi pool which is at the far end of the balcony raised on a wooden platform, and the cover has been lifted so that the steam from the hot water rises into a sultry cloud above the pool. It’s illuminated by a dozen small lanterns that glow with candles on the side of the hot tub.

I understand now.

I walk towards the pool, bracing myself against the bitter cold, and drop my robe as I climb the steps. The freezing air grips my body as I step in, feeling the delicious contrast of the warm water surging around my ankles and then my calves as, slowly, I go down the Jacuzzi steps and lower myself into the hot tub until I’m submerged in its luxurious heat. It’s a wonderful sensation to be outside, and to be so enveloped in warmth.

The door to the chalet opens, and Miles steps out. He’s wearing a robe himself now, and the idea that he’s naked underneath makes a thrill clench my stomach. He walks towards me and I realise he’s holding the box and the tape in one hand and his whisky glass in the other.

What’s he going to do to me? What’s in the box?

He puts the two objects and his glass next to a lantern at the side of the pool where they can be easily reached, and lets the robe slide from his body. He reveals his muscled torso with its sprinkling of dark hair, and the smooth mounds of his biceps. His abs are toned and defined above the line of the dark swimming shorts he’s wearing –
not naked, not yet . . .
– and his thighs bulge out firmly below them.

Oh my goodness, he’s so amazingly well built . . .

My mouth is a little dry at the sight of him. No man has ever been able to reduce me to a state of quivering lust like this, just by displaying his body. I’ve lain on enough yachts in the millionaire playgrounds to see some buff men showing off their gym-honed physiques, but not one has inspired this level of desire in me. Something about Miles encapsulates masculinity for me – or perhaps it’s because I know what he can do with that powerful form, and what heights he can drive me to with it.

He steps into the hot tub and sits down beside me. I feel inexplicably shy and stare down. A light glows in the base of the pool, sending strange shadows swirling in the water.

‘Winter,’ he says softly, his voice low and caressing.

I look up at him.

‘This is your element, you know. Not only is water associated with the season of winter, but it’s also considered a feminine medium, connected with those who have intuition, who are emotional, sensitive and artistic. The water signs in the Zodiac show that. You’ll know that water is vital – a colourless, odourless compound made up of hydrogen and oxygen that forms the basis of all life. It covers seventy-one per cent of the earth’s surface.’ He suddenly grins at me. ‘And I would say that at the moment, it covers approximately ninety per cent of you.’

I blush a little. I’m feeling very shy, though I can’t think why. The Talisker is still in my veins, warming and relaxing me. I’m aware of the tightness of my PVC underwear, which seems to be gripping me even more in the warm water. My nipples, erect after the cold air and now the stimulation of the water, are erect, rubbing on the bra.

‘We are made mostly of water,’ Miles continues, his Scottish accent stronger as it always is when he drops his voice down low. ‘Imagine that, Winter. You and I are mostly water. So when I kiss you, it’s amazing we don’t merge into each other entirely.’

He puts his hand under my chin and turns my face to his, staring into my eyes. Then he slowly lowers his mouth, touching his beautiful lips very gently on mine. His tongue darts out and he licks the surface of my lips, pressing lightly inside, just far enough to tantalise me. For a few delicious minutes he toys with me, flicking his tongue around my lips and teeth as though he hasn’t decided whether to commit to a kiss or not. Then he pulls away and says, ‘Let’s share some water of life.’

Reaching for his glass, he takes a sip of the golden-brown whisky and holds it in his mouth. When he returns his mouth to mine, I open my lips and this time his tongue comes in strong and hard, bringing with it a gush of fiery liquid so that his tongue itself seems to be setting mine on fire. We kiss, pushing the whisky from mouth to mouth, pressing it around our tongues and letting it slide down our throats until it’s disappeared. We’re kissing hard now, and his hands are roaming over me beneath the water, feeling the smooth curve of my hips and the expanse of my stomach, caressing my arms and reaching down my legs. I can’t have enough of his touch and I long to touch him in return. I reach and smooth my hand along the hard strength of his arm as his mouth continues its fierce possession of mine. At once he pulls away.

‘Oh no, Winter. Not yet. I’ve got plenty to teach you first.’

‘But I want you so much, I
need
to touch you,’ I say longingly. The hunger I have to feel his flesh is almost overwhelming.

He smiles at me. ‘Soon. But not yet. Put your arms up on the side of the pool.’

I do as he says, reaching out so that both arms stretch out along the edge of the Jacuzzi. Miles lifts himself out of the water long enough so that he can reach the roll of tape that he left on the side, and sweeps up a towel from a pile on the steps. I glimpse the hardness in his swimming shorts as he gets back into the water and a thrill of excitement throbs in my sex, encased in the tight PVC knickers. Then he dries my forearms and the side of the pool around them, and a moment later, he has pulled a long strip of black tape and is taping my wrists to the wooden surround of the Jacuzzi. He rips off several lengths so that my wrist is well tethered and then repeats the process with the other arm, going around me in the water to reach it. I feel strangely excited by the way my arms are now completely out of my control. With them along the poolside, my lower body feels curiously weightless, as though I’m going to float up to the surface of the water, but I keep myself on the seat in the pool.

‘Just right,’ Miles says, with a smile. He comes to where he can face me and looks at the way my new position means that my breasts are raised and thrust forward, the PVC wet and dripping and the skin above beaded with water. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he murmurs admiringly. ‘Gorgeous. Look at these.’ He reaches out and caresses my breasts, running his hands over the smooth shiny surface of my bra. My nipples are so hard beneath the tight latex that they are almost painful. ‘I want to teach you what pleasure you can have in water, my darling. It’s our natural element, after all. We’re made in water, from water. No wonder it’s the most delicious element to make love in.’

With a deft movement, he parts my legs and glides in between them so that he’s pressed against me. My body is alive with excitement as I feel his wet flesh on mine and the hardness of his erection pressing on my mound.

I want you – right now. Oh, Miles!

I want to speak but I can barely catch my breath, my heart is racing so fast. The pressure of his hard cock on me is unbearably tantalising but I know that he doesn’t intend to let me have what I want quite yet, and I don’t mind – I just want something to happen so that I can begin to quell the fiery desire that’s building up inside me.

He kisses me again, our mouths embracing hard, our tongues wild now as we possess each other. Our faces are damp and the wetness around us seems to drive our kisses on to become open-mouthed, our tongues roaming everywhere as we taste and lick each other. His hands are on my breasts again, his hard body against me, then carried away by the movement of the water, then ramming back on me again. I feel his hands at my back and realise he’s undoing the bra, pulling it away from my pert nipples. It’s a delicious relief to feel the tight PVC peel away from my skin, leaving it with a sting that’s almost like taking off a sticking plaster. My skin thrills to the rush of warm water, and my nipples sing in the soft bath after their encasement in the bra.
God, that’s beautiful.

His head dips down and he takes a nipple into his mouth. It’s already aroused from the bra and now the water, and the pull of his teeth around it makes me groan. I watch his head as he sucks hard on me, nibbling on my delicate rosy bud, then taking as much of my breast in his mouth as he can. His fingers toy with my other nipple, rubbing it between them, pulling it lightly, then caressing the soft underside of my breast. My whole sex is alive with need, the tingling between my legs growing from a gentle tickle to a pulsating torment of longing. The intermittent touch of his cock against me is torturing me in the most delicious way possible, as the work of his mouth on my nipple sends electric currents of lust to my groin. The immobility of my arms adds to the erotic effect – I feel as though my body is offered to him for his pleasure and mine, as though I’m utterly open to him, ready to be his when he thinks that the time is right. I’m wet all over, but if we weren’t in the pool, I know that my juices would be making me slick with readiness for him.

He stops playing with my breasts, letting my nipple slide from his mouth with a tiny pop, and then puts his mouth to my ear.

‘Are you ready, Winter? Are you prepared to find out what pleasure water can give you?’

‘Yes,’ I pant, even though I’ve already experienced something of it. ‘I’m ready.’

‘Good. Stay very still now.’

He leaves me for a moment and I feel bereft without his body next to mine, but he’s back in a moment with the small black box which he puts close by on the edge of the pool. Then his hands are all over me again, smoothing my skin and delighting in my curves. They’re at my knickers. He’s slid his fingers in under the band. Oh my goodness . . . the water has made the PVC cling so tightly to me that I’m not sure for a moment how he will get them off. But he has soon worked them free of my skin and is peeling them away from me, very slowly, taking his time to expose every centimetre of flesh. As he exposes my mound, I feel a fresh rush of arousal. The warm water floods there, bathing me and playing gently across my swollen parts. My clitoris stands proud as the pink PVC pulls away from it, and then he slides the knickers down my legs and lets them float away in the pool. I’m utterly naked to him now, the water more delicious against my skin than I could ever have imagined. I feel as though the swirling movement and its gentle heat, could lift me to orgasm quickly with little trouble. I’m gasping with the intensity of it.

Miles reaches for the black box, opens it and takes out a device that’s made of black silicon and is shaped like a flattened C. I wonder what it can be as he puts it down, takes a bottle from the box and pours something from it on to his palm. Then he puts down the bottle, takes up the C-shaped thing and rubs it in the liquid. I catch a glimpse of it in his hand – it’s smooth and shiny now, well anointed with the liquid.
What is he going to do with it?

He’s close to me now, his mouth at my ear again.

‘Are you ready, Winter?’

I nod, panting.

He puts his mouth on mine and starts to kiss me with the same wild intensity as before. Our tongues writhe together, hungry for one another, and as we kiss I feel his hand on my mound and then his fingers at my slit, playing there. His thumb rubs over my clit, sending delicious sensations shooting through me and I moan lightly into his mouth. He strums me there a little longer, making my bud unbearable sensitive, then his fingers are back at my slit and he’s pushing them in, fucking me with them.
Oh yes. Harder. Do it harder, Miles, make me feel you . . .

Then, his fingers vanish, and to my surprise I feel something else at my entrance – thicker, smoother. I realise it’s the oiled device Miles prepared and that he’s going to push one end of it inside me. It’s at my lips for a moment, pressing forward with little tantalising movements, and then it’s sliding easily inside me. One side of the C is now deep in me and Miles moves the other so that it falls into place, pressing down firmly over my mound and on to my clit.
Oh . . . oh, it feels nice!
I find the simultaneous inward and outward pressure delightful. He pushes it in and out of me, making it rub over me, sending exquisite sensations through me. Then he presses it so that it is as far as it will go inside me and it’s also firmly placed over my clitoris.